Chapter 675 The plot to conquer the devil

In the world of orthodoxy, Li Ximing’s most evil person is Beishu.

The matter of ancestors Li Xuanling and Li Tongya has been repeated hundreds of times in the mouth of the elder Li Xuanxuan, and he is still depressed to this day. Li Xuanfeng was also besieged and died by Shi Xiu, and even Li Xijun almost died at the hands of Shi Xiu...

This was also the case during the dispute over the title of Shuiling between the north and the south. After practicing for a while, a monk came to my door hurriedly:

"My family almost died after being beaten that time, so what happens now!"

The way Kong Heng was unable to move under the old monk's white light was so similar to the scene that day!

"Wei Li was in the prosperous age of the Ming Yang, and was overthrown by the Northern Shiyi Di. It involved the golden elixir and the World Honored One. From then on, the fates were connected and became the laws of nature. When the Ming Yang prospered, there were magicians who followed..."

Of course Li Ximing knew the reason for all this, but he still couldn't help feeling resentful in his heart. He heard the monk's aggressiveness from a distance, and knew that the words of Buddhist monks were often magical. Smash.

Fu Xia was caught off guard and had a meal of Mingguang, but his face turned dark. He raised one hand to support the majestic Mingguan. The hot white bricks made the copper hand glow red and shiny. The old monk saw it and said in a cold voice:

"Sure enough, it is the way of honoring the humble and following the rules of etiquette!"

After he finished speaking, Kong Heng was able to take some time off. The six-armed Vajra behind him widened his eyes angrily, and many golden chains were locked on Fu Xia's body at the same time. Only at this moment did he have the energy to breathe.

He took a breath, and then Li Ximing hit his head, as if he hit a cold and hard stone. His chest felt tight, he felt nauseous, and almost spurted blood.

"What a bald ass!"

The Fu Xia didn't seem to care about it. He had already supported it with both hands. The Immortal Base was shaking with a punch. He narrowed his eyes slightly, recognized it for a moment, and said secretly:

"This is Li Ximing!"

Kong Heng finally had a chance to speak out and used his magic power to gather the scattered chains back together. He had just been beaten on the head and face by the white light. His voice was slightly hoarse, but he always maintained a calm manner and said softly:

"Old senior! You said that you became the World-Honored One through suffering, and the temple tenants worked all year round. Do you really become the World-Honored One? Which World-Honored One did you become? Without any preconditions for cultivation, and without destiny wisdom, you only achieved enlightenment by enduring hardship and praising your name. Tens of thousands of people died suddenly from hunger and thinness...but I have never seen a single person in the scriptures who endured hardships, took pity on him, and praised his name as Maha!"

"In the land of Yanzhao, the earth is released in this world. Could it be a big lie!"

Although his voice was soft, it was also blessed with deafening magical power. There was an expression of disbelief on Fu Xia's face, but he was shocked in place by his words and did not move.

Li Ximing saw the opportunity, and the light of the sky appeared in his eyes. Mingguan was built with white bricks and exquisite crenelations. The seventy-two ridges on the turret were all bright, just like the Tianmen. The white door feet had many lines and were dazzling.

The fuxiang is large, and only one hand is supporting the "Huangyuan Pass", but this Mingguan has always been famous for polishing and suppressing. Not only is Li Ximing's martial arts superb, he even practiced two secret methods. Now he is trying his best to move Wangyue. A sun seemed to rise above the lake.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the crash, Fu Xia held his hands up against the pass and was submerged in the bright skylight. The bright light reflected from his body penetrated into the lake, evaporating the lake water and raising countless white vapors.

"Clang..."

The golden locks on Kong Heng's body leaped out, and they were densely aimed at the monk. The six-armed Vajra behind him tightened the chains, and sparks exploded in the white light. The monks on the lake turned around and fell down, looking for formations to save their lives. .

Just listen to the old monk's voice, like rolling thunder flying out from under the pass, filled with shock and anger, almost roaring:

"You...actually doubt the fundamental law of my orthodox religion! You actually doubt the fundamental law of my orthodox religion!"

The monk in Guanxia has turned into a bright golden statue. His eyes are surprisingly big, the white part is like jade, and the pupils are like copper. It makes people feel frightened when they look at it. His body grows bigger little by little, with gnashing teeth and hairy arms. force.

"Boom!"

Li Ximing only felt that his magic power was weakening like a whale, and Huangyuan Pass was shaking. He had been practicing for so many years, and he had rarely considered the issue of magic power in several battles. He could never replenish it when it was consumed, so he became violent and drank two pills. Medicine, murmured:

"Come on, come on!"

Although Kong Heng talked with him, his magic was not polite at all. While he was suppressed by the pass, the golden ropes overlapped and went around him. More golden ropes emerged out of thin air and tied around him.

Fu Xia didn't care, he looked at Kong Heng blankly, gritted his teeth and said:

"What did your master teach you? These people can't practice. They have to endure hardship all their lives to practice. Of course, they have gone to Maha's body to release the earth... they only need to enjoy the ultimate happiness!"

Kong Heng had an extremely complicated expression on his face and failed to respond to him for a moment. Li Ximing felt aggrieved and cursed:

"This bliss is so good! Why don't you enjoy it! You still stay in this world! The temple tenant is so good, why do you still come to practice?"

Fu Xia sneered. Under the bright light, his face could no longer be seen. He could only hear him shouting loudly:

"Do you know that I was not a temple tenant when I was a child?! My ancestors have been temple tenants for generations. They entered the world of liberation early. The [Four Angry Eyes Demon Emperor Temple] was not destroyed at that time... I even went to see my ancestors... Now they are all harmed by these evil demons. died!"

"As for why we don't go to the Ultimate Bliss... evil demons and heretics, how can we understand our ambitions? If our practitioners find that they have the root of wisdom, it will be because of the World Honored One's decree that they cannot go to the land of liberation to enjoy happiness like ordinary people, and have to practice and stay in this mortal world to suffer. , just to prevent you evil spirits and heretics from invading Shitu!"

Li Ximing was stunned, unable to tell whether he was lying or not. He turned to look at Kong Heng, only to find that the monk had his eyes closed tightly and his mouth was humming. He was only concentrating on chanting sutras and casting spells, and he no longer responded to him!

‘This…an ancient Buddhist cultivator from a well-known and upright family can’t argue with him! Kong Heng often judges other people’s hearts by his own, but he is still too honest...'

Li Ximing didn't know that Kong Heng showed no reaction on the surface and was already panicking in his heart. He was still in the middle of a fight. If not, he would have been sweating profusely.

The Kongheng Taoist lineage is extraordinary. Although the Liaohe Temple on the northern Shizun Taoist path is in a poor state, it is the place where the Buddha practices cultivation, and its status in the desert is not low. When his master was there, not to mention Lianmin... he had a history with Maha.

Kong Heng himself had entered the Pure Land, where there was a pool of brilliance, glass steps, lotus flowers on the car cover, thousands of birds and beasts, millions of people enjoying themselves, and being summoned to go out for a walk... He was young at the time and was extremely shocked. He even secretly doubted his own orthodoxy.

'I have had other minds since I was a child, and I can detect other people's emotions. All those people are full of joy... Fu Xia is also devoted to piety... This...'

After the collapse of the Liaohe Temple, Kong Heng went all the way south and saw the hundreds of tragic scenes in the land of Yan and Zhao. Only then did he feel the master's explanation of the Dharma. However, Fu Xi's words undoubtedly stirred up the uneasiness in his heart, and he was depressed. Chest, indescribable.

'They are just acting too arbitrarily and overbearing... If the seven laws of the law are as restrained as the Damu Dharma Realm and the Way of Discipline...'

Damu Dharma Realm and the Path of Discipline do not cultivate the bliss in the belly, but adopt the method of passing through the light of Dharma. They often recite sutras and sermons, and only when the people's merits are complete and their hearts are filled with yearning, they are willing to accept people one by one, so it is called the Right Path. .

The other five ways often ignored the people and took them all into their stomachs. It seemed extremely cruel. Only then did Kong Heng have some doubts. If not, he would have been shaken long ago...

"Kong Heng!"

Li Ximing shouted, suddenly bringing the narrow-eyed monk back to reality. The golden lock in his hand had long since collapsed, and the "Huangyuan Pass" was also shaky.

Kong Heng was depressed, but Li Ximing had more on his mind.

Li Ximing is very clear about his current strength. It is hard to say in terms of fighting, but the grinding and suppression under Mingguan is not a joke. If he mobilizes such a town with all his strength, the three direct sects will have to drink a pot.

Even if Li Qinghong fights against him, the best way is not to fall into his trap, not to mention that there is Kong Heng beside him? This monk’s explanation is never a simple method!

"The two of us can join forces, but if we are suppressed like this, and entangled with countless golden ropes of interpretation, which foundation builder can bear it?"

The pass in his hand had been pushed to the limit, but the old bald donkey did not move at all. Although his body was hot and red from the bright light, he held the pass and let it burn, as if he was practicing hard.

Li Ximing's mana surged, and his voice flew into Kong Heng's ears:

"Mage...this bald donkey is so powerful...you might be able to tell something!"

Kong Heng murmured and used a secret method to transmit the message:

"I'm afraid it's because the compassionate and wrathful Maha died earlier. This thing no longer has any magical powers to draw on, and only this Dharmakaya of compassion is left..."

"Have mercy on the Dharmakaya!"

Li Ximing had thought about this possibility, but now that the real news came, he was still shocked.

Lianmin Dharma Body is not a foundation-building level thing no matter what. Even though all its magical powers are lost, how can it be suppressed by ordinary methods? I'm afraid this person is still thinking about his own cultivation, otherwise he would have overthrown Mingguan and come here with a stick to beat him!

The two of them paused for a moment. The fuxiang had already exhaled its breath, turning into a spurt of golden light, and said in a low voice:

"Kong Heng! Wake up! No one can match your wisdom, so why bother making mistakes! I am indifferent because of your suppression. I just want to persuade you a few more words!"

He was covered in golden light soaring into the sky, and the golden ropes on his body had wrapped him into a ball of gold. However, the old monk was not afraid at all. He pinched his fingers into a lotus shape, sprayed out a piece of pink from his mouth, and shouted:

"Walk!"

The dark yellow cassock on his body suddenly came to life, like rice paper blown by the strong wind. After two turns, the monk disappeared from the pass. The golden light rioted, making the eyes of both of them lose their color.

"It's over!"

Kong Heng also practiced interpretation, and it was much easier to deal with this spell. He recovered as soon as his eyes lit up. The six-armed Vajra behind him stepped forward and temporarily restrained the long stick that was swept in mid-air. The two collided with each other and screamed. He coughed up some blood.

Kong Heng glanced around and saw a tiger with dark patterns pressed under the city gate with bright white patterns.

This tiger has a strong and vigorous body, its coat is dark yellow, its patterns are as black as ink, its eyebrows are white, its two pupils are the same copper color as the box, and there are short black horns between its eyebrows, emitting bursts of mysterious light.

"Daijiaohu..."

Kong Heng's face turned pale, his voice was a little helpless and bitter, and he said quietly:

"Senior is still a protector in the Beijianmo Temple... Now that the Taoist tradition is in danger, why bother to come here thousands of miles to guard the mountain gate and educate the people... If something happens, what should Abbot Fuyan do!"

The two of them lost their eyesight and spiritual consciousness for a moment. The long stick in Fu Xia's hand had already reached the air. If the stick fell, he would die or be disabled. However, they were persuaded by Kong Heng's words and said in a deep voice:

"As expected, you have a lot of entanglements with me at Beifu Demon Temple..."

Li Ximing just calmed down and saw that the Fu Xia was standing by with his upper body naked. Although the tiger under the pass did not struggle, the mysterious light on its horn had already made Li Ximing feel bitter in his mouth.

"Damn..."

A box is difficult enough to deal with, but now that he has escaped from it and is standing not far away with a stick, watching eagerly, how can Li Ximing and Kong Heng continue to suppress this tiger? The gleaming Mingguan flew up and fell back into his hand.

As soon as Mingguan was loosened, the horned tiger immediately rose up and landed on the crotch of Fu Xia. The old monk was straddling the tiger. He was dressed in gold paint and had copper-colored eyes. He held the long stick quietly and stared at Kong Heng. .

The entire lake was silent and on the verge of breaking out. Li Ximing squinted at the box and felt something strange in his heart.

Kong Heng was an honest monk. He was young and had too many precepts to practice. He usually wouldn't think of any conspiracies. But Li Ximing had seen many conspiracies and had been educated since he was a child. He was already suspicious.

"He bullied Kong Heng into being honest, and often used words to provoke him... He must have a plan."

"According to what Kong Heng said, the Taoist order of Beifu Mo Temple is in danger, so why come here? I don't believe that Maha is still in the mood to hang out outside... He must have a reason to come to my house."

The young man stared at the Fu box with vigilance. The old monk only stared at Kong Heng and said in a calm tone:

"Kong Heng, since you know the abbot of our temple and know that our Taoism is upright, I don't want to kill anyone, so I let you take action."

Kong Heng finally opened his eyes and whispered:

"I know the way of seniors..."

Fu Xia nodded, sat on the tiger, and said quietly:

"You leave this place, join my sect's lineage, and follow me back to the temple."

‘So that’s why? ’

Li Ximing looked at him with lowered eyebrows, carefully observing his expression. After recalling it for a while, he noticed something was wrong. Kong Heng already looked hesitant, but Li Ximing used his magic power to transmit the message:

"Kong Heng, this bald donkey talks too much. I suspect there is something wrong with this old guy."

But Kong Heng didn't think there was anything wrong. He kept silent and considered appeasing the other party, while transmitting a message:

"He wants to persuade me to cross over to his lineage, so he really needs to talk a lot... If I don't agree to him, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt someone..."

‘No… the angry Taoist order is like a rat crossing the street now… How could he be so arrogant… His actions before and after are very suspicious. Could it be that he ate all our spells just to endure the hardship? ’

Li Ximing only felt that this box was very suspicious. He couldn't think clearly in his mind, and secretly said:

‘It would be great if Xijun was here! How could this old thing play around in front of him? He saw through it with just two eyes! ’

Li Xijun was dead, and Li Ximing had no way out. The young man looked at the monk coldly, his magic power flowing, and he transmitted the message with a secret method:

"Since this bald donkey said this, in fact, he is here just for you, and he will definitely not hurt you. You and I can only fight with him in two moves, but can we catch him without any help? It's not too late for you and me to try again!"